Undercover in Tel Aviv West
I recently had the honor of traveling to Los Angeles, or Le Cesspool
Grande, deep into enemy territory. I departed from the central/northern
California valley, and had a pretty decent train trip down. That
is, except for the occasions I looked out the window. Upon arrival
at the third station, I peeked over my shoulder and saw an adult charcoal
black negro with a blond haired female who couldn't have been more than
14 years old. Her age was apparent because her body was clearly still
in the development stage, and she smoked her cigarette without inhaling.
I wondered where this girl's parents were, and if her they knew she may
be sleeping with or being preyed upon by a child molester. She reminded
me of another young girl who used to live on the next block. This
young girl used to lie to her father (mom was a deadbeat) and go up to
the community center where blacks were being bussed in to participate in
youth sports programs. At 13, this young girl got pregnant and at
14 had given birth to a mulatto whom her father ended up raising.
I hoped that this girl was only standing with the negro waiting for her
train, not sleeping with him.
Brown Trash
As the train rolled on down the tracks, I pondered the future of our
race. Outside my window were rows and rows of crops which were tended
to by Mexicans who "work hard" (at the jobs White kids out of school used
to do) then bring over their wives to breed me out of my own habitat, all
while depending on my tax dollars to subsidize them and pay for their large
families. I noticed a striking difference between the way poor Whites
and Mexicans live. There is this unfortunate stereotype of "hillbillies"
and their multiple cars in the yard and sofas on their porches. I
see this every now and then where I live, but these Whites are few and
far between, and even the scuzziest of our people are cleaner than these
Mexicans. Nearly every Mexican house I saw alongside those train
tracks had junkyards for back yards. Occasionally you'll see a poor
White household with a broken down car or two (or three or four) on his
property, while these Mexicans have 20 or 30 cars and harvest every single
part until they are all doorless and standing on bricks! Ah! And
those without cars had JUNK on all four sides of the house in place of
lawn. It looked like Betho and Cuz in place of Sanford and Son.
What FILTH I saw! A mini trash dump under the Eucalyptus trees.
Beaner scrawl covering more walls than tomcat urine. Big wheels and
bikes in a sewage canal. Malnourished horses forced to graze in junk-strewn
pastures with defective fences made of old tin roofing material and pieces
of metal sticking up from the ground in between the old tires and discarded
metal appliances. Had any horse in any White community been kept
under these conditions, the animal would have been confiscated by the Humane
Society. As I was approaching the end of this leg of my trip, I looked
upon the old cement & brick buildings the Basques in the area built
at the beginning of the industrial revolution. Still in operation.
Yet all over the sides of these buildings was beaner scrawl. I thought
about how, in the two days prior to my leaving, a monumental issue was
made of a little bit of pro-White graffiti on a couple of Jewish separatist
buildings in Sacramento. It made the top of the news two days in
a row. The Mexicans dehumanize us and deface our historical buildings,
but I am never told about this because European-looking Jews are the only
'Whites' allowed to be victims in this country. Right before
I transferred off this train and onto a bus, a black female passed me wearing
a "Fat Albert and the Junkyard Gang" t-shirt. Hmm.. Is it possible for
White people to revive an old cartoon which uses the word "fat?"
Of course not, only Jews and non-Whites have the privilege of intolerance.
Why They Stay in the Back
Now I understand. As I walked the gauntlet of Mexicans,
Asians and White liberals, I noticed how much darker it got the more steps
toward the back of the bus I took. I chose to sit in
the middle and block the seat next to me whenever a non-White approached.
The bus was crowded, and there were about five more people to load, all
negroes. I made sure to put my dark shades on and look very unfriendly.
There was no way I could get up and leave my seat gracefully in this situation
if a negro sat next to me. To my delight, no negroes sat next to
me. I glanced around the bus and observed that three seats were not taken.
Mine, another White's and that of a sephardic Jew across the aisle from
me. Throughout the trip, the Jew kept looking at my book, titled
"The Dispossessed Majority." After about an hour, I walked to the back
of the bus to use the rest room. The smell was pretty rank, and it
wasn't coming from the toilet. Shawanda, Dawayne, Shondell and Ice
Pick either have a nasty natural odor, or they were wearing something....I
don't even want to know. They all looked ready to pounce
at the first opportunity. Hairnets, ski caps, gold teeth, extra sloped
forehead, dirty looks-- The works. I understood why our ancestors
made them sit in the back.
Arrival in La Cesspool Grande
Talk about "Yikes!" All businesses had bars on their windows,
graffiti on their walls and all of the industrial yards had prison wire
above their fences. It is just economic disparity, I am told.
One fact I am not supposed to keep in mind is that I live in one of the
poorest counties in California, yet the students are able to score just
below the level of the wealthiest White schools in the state. And
no graffiti, or violent crime, and very few teen pregnancies.
L.A is a shocking place to be if you are a small town girl. Women
without escorts have absolutely no business being out after dark.
Yes, we do need male protection. Except feminists, who undoubtedly
can take care of themselves, since they are 100% equal to a man.
Anti-Semitism Rampant in Most Diverse Areas
Each block was an ethnic enclave, complete with signs and lettering
that no English speaker could understand. It is true, I could not
read the signs in my own country. We'd be rolling down one block
and feel the need for bulletproof windows, then in a minute, were in Koreatown
feeling a tad bit safer. Then there was the gay community, which
was actually quite a bit more clean and safe looking than any of the other
areas. As luck would have it, the car broke down and a Persian/Armenian
tow truck driver picked us up. As we passed a gated affluent community,
I couldn't help but comment on the economic disparities. He said
"They are ALL Jews, or 95% of them." He went on to explain their
technique for keeping gentiles out of their racially homogenous communities.
Then he said "You aren't a Jew are you?" I said "GAWD NO!" This made
him laugh, and he loosened up even more after recognizing he was among
like-minded folk. From there we had an interesting discussion.
We ended up having another tow truck pick us up to take us across another
town, and our new friend assured us that the new driver "hates Jews too."
As we drove down the road with the Armenian, he started pointing out Jews
on the road in their "beanies." I then said "I think they wear beanies
so God won't be able to see what they are thinking." This broke the
ice, and we had a hearty belly laugh together. He started pointing
out Jews and identifying their ethnic origin. I couldn't believe
this man could pinpoint any Jew down to the European or Arabic nation he
or she emigrated from. When we entered the gay community, he pointed
to a homosexual man on a bike and said "he's a fireman." I said "NO
way! You can tell their occupations?" He replied "and
the cops are gay too." As I looked at him in disbelief, he pointed
at an officer exiting his car and said "see, see! I told you!" Yes,
I could see by his mannerisms that he was indeed gay. As I was already
laughing uncontrollably, he continued to pound on the theme: he started
mimicking a gay officer in his thick Armenian accent, then illustrated
(complete with hand gestures) how he once feigned being gay to get
out of a ticket. I was almost crying with laughter, and was grateful
I hadn't put on a bunch of eye makeup that morning. He liked us too,
and asked if we'd like to ride around with him until the car was fixed.
We passed, and instead went to a famous pier.
I was left with the distinct impression that a lot of immigrants, especially
Armenians and Persians, hated Jews. I understand why middle
easterners hate them, but why Armenians? Then it struck me--The Armenian
holocaust of Christians occurred when Jews controlled the Ottoman Empire.
Armenia was also one of the nations blessed by "Russian" communism.
The Armenians, who are Christians for the most part, do not ascribe to
"Judeo-Christianity" because they know what Judaizing a nation and religion
means for Gentiles. For their nation, it meant cultural cleansing
and the outlawing of their faith.
It also occurred to me that most of the wealth and power in this town
was in Jewish hands, creating great resentment amongst the proles.
I would later find out the extent of this truth.
To be continued...
ANGRY WHITE FEMALE
